This is a song about "Darkness of a houndered year old house"

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

More crazy than an eighty year old lady, who just made a baby in back

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

I'm a nineteen year old middle-class upstanding white kid who would have guessed that?

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

And not a single feature except lil wayne

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Of being pour with no ambitions, house the size of a kitchen.

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

The house of the lord, for not a spouse but a sword

Track 3.) man of the year (man of the year)

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

A 99 year old man stuck in prison i come the ashes

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold